Historical and Literary Fiction / Essays / Poetry / Reviews /Book Cover and Interior Illustrations / Pet Portraits and Other Commissioned Artwork … "Prose may be the lowest order of the rhythmic composition, but we know it is capable of such purity, sweetness, strength, elasticity, as entitle it to a place as a sister art with poetry." Thomas Hall Caine (1853 -1931) from his firsthand "Reflections of Dante Gabriel Rossetti"
Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life. John Updike
Copyright 2012 by DM Denton
So the rain never left us, just hesitated to refresh us, while hoping to remind us
that nothing grows with sun alone; thirst is one moment closer to hunger, and heat can wear out its welcome
for those who look for the willowherb to rise in sight of water, and the lily pad to float and blossom further out of its depths.
I originally posted this last summer – how different it was, as we were in the middle of a pretty severe drought. A couple of days ago, Toronto, which is three or so driving hours north of here, was flooded, so perhaps in those circumstances being grateful for the rain is hard. It has been a much improved growing season to last year, though. Had my first local sweetcorn last night. And sweet cherries. Alas, the local strawberries are over … But with nature, there is always something to look forward to.
By the way, this image and prose-poem will be featured in a 2014 calendar I will have available from September. It will feature some paintings and writings from my blog. Like many things with me right now, it is a work in progress. I’ll keep you updated.